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IV.

Hence it came, that this soft Harp so long hath been known

To mingle love's language with sorrow's sad tone;
Till thou didst divide them, and teach the fond lay
To be love, when I'm near thee, and grief when away!

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LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM.

I.

OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove;

When my dream of life, from morn 'till night, Was love, still love!

New hope may bloom,

And days may come,
Of milder, calmer beam,

But there's nothing half so sweet in life,

As love's young dream!

Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life,

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Tho' the hard to purer fame may soar,
When wild youth's past;

Tho' he win the wise, who frown'd before,
To smile at last;

He'll never meet
A joy so sweet

In all his noon of fame,

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